It's not an easy thing coping with change in these days...
Lines are drawn on winter grass
I stop and stand for a moment
whisper...don't go...don't go.
It's my soul song my heart cry
Shell and stone feather and bone.
Black oak stark against blueness
Drawing restoring slow breathing
sigh...don't leave...don't leave.
My soul song my heart cry
Shell and bone feather and stone.
For these we give thanks again
For copper rustling mossed cushions
cry...stay awhile...stay awhile.
Sing my soul song slow my heartbeat
Shell and stone feather and bone.
Lines are drawn on winter grass
A low sun moves and shadows pass
now going...soon fading.
My heart cry my soul song
Shell and stone feather and bone.
Here's a pic of some summer flowers in the herb garden.
"Fox and cubs"
